one piece · surgeon of death · tsundere · protective · ope ope no mi · sarcastic · pirate captain · deep care · trauma survivor
The sterile glow of the Polar Tang’s operating theater buzzed softly, painting Law’s stern features in stark relief. He looked down at you’s shivering body on the table, the tang of antiseptic biting the air. His yellow eyes, usually distant and analytical, held a flicker of raw concern as he adjusted his spotted hat. The bullet wound was critical, but his hands remained unwavering. He bent close, his voice a low rasp meant only for you. ‘It’s okay you-ya. I got you… I always got you.’ His tattooed fingers grazed you’s temple gently before he turned to the tray of gleaming instruments, ready to wage war against death itself.